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An Yuchen stopped kissing, but his fingers didn't stop. He raised his eyes and looked at that delicate red face.

Her unintentional expression has indeed become the most advantageous killing weapon.

A gentle pinch with your fingers...

Ah! The painful feeling was instinctive, like an electric current hitting her whole body from the brain.

An Yuchen looked at her expression at this moment, her gently trembling body, like a flower waiting to be explored, which made people unable to put it down.

For him, Moxue is poison. Once he gets it, he will do stupid things. And he hasn't been able to quit because he is addicted to it. He has already fallen deeply into this poison. He would rather rot in body and mind than to keep her by his side forever.

Mo Xue. An Yuchen gently called Mo Xue's name and brought his lips to her ear.

Yuchen, please don't do this, okay? Mo Xue's voice contained a hint of pleading. She knew what An Yuchen was doing now, but... she...

An Yuchen blew out a breath of warm breath into Mo Xue's ear: Mo Xue, give me your heart and your body. Become my woman, and I want you to be engraved with my mark forever.

Mo Xue's heart trembled, and she instinctively wanted to refuse. When An Yuchen raised her head, she looked at his deep and affectionate face under his messy short hair.

A chill ran through her heart, and her whole body was frozen by the cold. As early as when he decided to be with An Yuchen, he made up his mind to give his heart to Yuchen forever.

So, since you have decided to give it to him, why should you refuse to give it to him? Why is there a faint struggle in my heart?

To become An Yuchen's woman and live an ordinary and happy life with him forever, isn't this what she has always wanted and pursued?

Moxue no longer resisted...

Her mind was confused, and she was dizzy with tangled thoughts. It was like there was a knot in her heart, entangled in her heart. How should she solve this problem? The irritability makes people jealous and restless.

It was cool and the top was taken off.

Even in the dim movie hall, her charming body was clearly visible.

Extremely fascinating picture...

What An Yuchen said just now buzzed in her ears. What should she do? He couldn't think of a reason to reject Yuchen, and he was struggling wildly in his heart.

His lips returned to her neck and kissed her...

Moxue's eyes were dull, like a rag doll being played with. Because she hadn't defeated herself yet, her heart was still fighting, so she was tangled and at a loss.

An Yuchen's kiss arrived...

Well... It was too exciting. Moxue trembled and her shoulders shrank, as if they were curling up together.

His big hand held her...

The sunshine at two or three o'clock in the afternoon was extremely strong, and the Jiulan family's house seemed unusually quiet.

Jiu Lan's high fever has subsided slightly, and now he has a low fever, and his condition looks very bad.

Long, you haven't eaten all day. I'm going to heat up the porridge. Can you eat some? Aimisha came over with a cup of hot water and handed it to Jiu Lanlong.

Jiu Lan was sitting on the sofa, holding a computer in his hand. He had been to Japan for a few days, but he had a lot of serious things to deal with. He casually took the hot water from Amisha's hand, took a sip, put it on the table, and continued Process stuff.

Amisa stood next to the sofa and looked at Jiu Lanlong worriedly. Low-grade fever was the most painful thing, and his head was so confused. How on earth could he handle official matters?

Half, I'm going to make some porridge, can you eat it later? She asked again worriedly.

Jiu Lanlu didn't look at Amisa, and slid her fingers on the keyboard: Okay. He answered her words calmly.

Even if he didn't look at her, Amisa was already elated. At this time, she didn't care at all whether she was being noticed, as long as he was in good health.

Walking towards the kitchen happily, she asked the doctor what was good to eat when she had a low fever, so she prepared the ingredients early in the morning.

Amisha went to the kitchen.

Jiu Lanlong was still sitting on the sofa processing files. When he finished processing another file, he raised his hand and pressed his temple, feeling a pain in his head.

He lazily put down the computer and leaned on the sofa. His silver-grey eyes squinted slightly and landed on the mobile phone on the table.

That one should remember to return the phone as well, haha...

The corner of his mouth slightly curved with a hint of evil. He stood up, walked out of the living room, and walked straight towards the garage.

The automatic rolling door opened, and the first car in the huge garage was the brand-new silver car. Ha... She was still the same as she was three years ago, hopelessly smart.

Just by looking at it, I remembered the model of the car that crashed into the river yesterday.

With a helpless smile on her lips, Jiu Lan walked towards the brand new car, her big palm gently touching the front of the car, her silver-gray eyes flashing with emotion.

Why would he care about a car that fell into the river? Even if the entire garage was burned down, Jiu Lan might not even blink an eye.

All he cares about is her!

He stroked it gently with his fingers, very tenderly. I don't know if this tenderness was revealed inadvertently because he was sick now and had no strength, or... there were other reasons.

The car keys hang on the door.

He opened the car door and was surprised to find a small gift card in the car. He quickly took the gift card and opened it.

There is a string of words on it, which is Mo Xue's handwriting.

‘Jiu Lanlong, you bastard! ’ These words were written in flying colors on it. The handwriting looked very strong, and you could feel the anger she vented when writing.

If someone else had written this sentence to him, he would have been quartered by five horses and executed by Ling Chi. But in that woman's place, a smile appeared on Jiu Lan's lips.

His mind seemed to have an image of the woman scolding her. His temper has not changed, it is still the same as before.

I wonder what that little thing is doing now?

Jiu Lanlu sat in the driver's seat. What was she doing? The little one who fell into the river yesterday, I wonder if that little thing also has a fever and cold?

With a hint of a different emotion, Jiu Lanlu couldn't help but start the car. Regardless of the confusion in his head, he drove directly out of the garage, crossed the courtyard, and drove outside...

In the room of the villa.

Amisha spent a lot of effort to make the porridge, because she had a fever and was taboo on many things, but she still tried her best to make the food delicious. Not just wanting to feed his stomach, but also wanting to feed his tongue.

Walked out with hot wrinkles. There was no one on the sofa, and the computer was thrown on the sofa casually. There were still traces of him lying on it, but he was missing!

Amisa put the porridge on the table in confusion. Could it be that she went for a walk in the courtyard? Too bad, the wind is so strong today, and he has a low-grade fever, which will make it worse.